I light candles of the color of the spell I want to cast
And I stare into the flame until it’s gone
I watch birds up in the branches and I listen to their words
And I know I’ll never write a better song
I keep my eye on my shadow and I never turn around when
I’m walking alone in rose hill
And I know that said that I’d never set foot in that place
But some demons just need to be killed

So it’s okay with me if you believe in God
Because I believe in a lot of things
That I know, or I suspect to be fake.

When I stop to fill up my tank I always go to pump number six
I’d never go to pump seven or eight under any circumstance
I always give my van a name because I know that it makes it’s strong
A van without a name isn’t gonna last very long
I never pick up coins unless their on heads,
I don’t believe in ghost, when you’re dead your just dead
I believe there is a power in the written verse.
I put blessings on my friends, my enemies I curse